Chapter 19
Genevieve
I t’s late when we return to the mansion. The shock of what happened sets in as I watch out the car window, street lights flickering past as we sped down the road and back into the secure area. We just have to sneak our way back into the house without my father seeing that I left with Mason.
Everyone else in the place would have seen us leaving, but no one would have been game enough to tell my father because they know Mason is worse. “Hey, are you doing okay?” His voice is a whisper as we pull to a stop in front of my garage.
“Yeah, I think so.” He reaches over, placing a hand on my leg. I look up at him. “Will you stay with me again tonight?”
He nods. “Of course, but let’s stay up in my room instead. We can make sure Mia is ok and then go up to my room.”
“She will be fine,” I say with a tired smile. “I had Frederick check on her throughout the day.”
His palm gently squeezes my leg. “Let’s go up and get some sleep then.”
We hop out of the car and I start to walk up the driveway. I am heading in my normal direction to my passage and Mason follows behind me, taking my hand in his.
It is hard to believe this is the same man who tried pushing me away a few weeks ago. Now he wants to touch me, to be with me and to spend time with me – when last week he didn’t want anything to do with me. I want him in more ways than what he is giving me now though. I want his skin against mine, his hands all over my body, his cock – just the thought of it has me squeezing my thighs together.
Walking down the passageway, he follows my every step, still unsure of the route. But, within a minute, we make our way out into the foyer just outside my bedroom. He holds his arm out in front of me, cautioning me to wait a moment before he nods, takes my hand, and gently drags me up the stairs to his room.
The room is everything I expect it to be. Dark, lacking furniture other than a bed, a side table, and a desk. A glimpse of something shiny and metal-looking catches my attention. “What’s that?” I ask, stepping closer to it.
“It’s a chain, linked onto a leather cuff,” he says, unbuttoning his shirt.
“A what?” I look back at him. “Why would you need a leather cuff connected to a chain attached to your bed?”
He raises a brow at me and in an instant, it dawns on me. My cheeks redden and I start to turn away. His hand, reaching out, takes my wrist as his other hand brushes my chin.
“Don’t turn away, Princess.” He lifts my chin up so that my eyes meet his. “Let’s go and shower and maybe we can put them to good use tonight.”
I let out a squeaky “okay” in response as he pulls me towards the bathroom.
The bathroom is almost the same size as his room. A black spa bath sits in the corner and off to the back of the room is a double shower. It is just as moody as the bedroom. Dark walls, dark cabinets and even the shower heads are dark. The only colour in the bathroom is the red towels.
Someone needs to bring a pop of colour into this man’s life.
I turn around to the sound of water running and Mason standing there naked. My eyes scan from his face down his body, his muscles flexing with an effortless control as he moves around. Scars line his torso and there’s one tattoo on his arm. “Why the deer tattoo?” I blurt out. I focus on the design, trying not to let my gaze divert towards his hips.
“Growing up, my mother always taught me about wildlife.” He steps closer, pulling my shirt over my head, my heart fluttering. “She said that deer always symbolised gentleness and wisdom and that it is a sign of regeneration and renewal.”
He starts to undo the button on my jeans and unzips them. He slides them off my hips and pushes them towards the floor. “My mother always wanted me to go with her, to start a new life, but I know my father would never have wanted that. And, not long after you were taken away, my mother left.” I step out of my jeans, listening to his story. “The deer reminds me of her. Her gentle words and touch and even the wisdom she gave to me. It was just too late for me to leave this place.”
“Oh Mason, I’m sorry.” He pulls me closer, unclasps my bra, and presses his lips to mine.
“You have nothing to be sorry for. My mother may have taught me all that, but, growing up, I was always left with the nanny. I only regret not going with my mother because I never got the chance to know what it is like to be loved by her completely.”
He pushes my underwear off and pulls me into the shower. The lust is in his eyes again as the water begins to cascade down my body. His eyes stare down at me like he is staring into my soul. His lips graze mine before whispering, “You deserve to be taken care of, to be treated as the queen you are. To be shown off to the world.”
He lifts his head, looking down at me with hooded eyes, letting the water run through my silver hair and down my back. “I hate what your father did to you the other night when you were on that hospital bed. I want you to take him out, I want you to rule in his place and as much as I want to get out of this place, I would stay to rule by your side.” A kiss lands gently on my cheek. “That is, if you will have me.”
“Mason,” I breathe out. The sight of his body clouds my vision, his eyes sending me into new worlds. His touch is electric, making me feel like I am on cloud nine. “Whether we are here or somewhere else, I want you by my side, ruling this place or farming potatoes. I don’t care what we are doing, just as long as you are with me.”
With those few words, his lips crush against mine, drawing all the air out of my lungs. His hands roam my body, tracing my curves. His lips move down to the curve of my neck, his breath cooling against the water there. “Fuck,” he growls. “I need you as much as I need air.”
His hand trails around to the back of my left thigh, lifting my leg up towards his hip. His hard length presses against my core. “Can you feel how much I need you, Princess?”
A sigh that turns into a breathy moan escapes my lips as my eyes flutter against his touch.
His hand moves down between my legs, rubbing the tip of his cock over my slit and his lips now follow the curve of my neck, towards my collarbone. “Can…we…” His touch, so distracting — just wanting to feel him inside me is driving me wild.
“What is it, Princess?” he asks as he stops moving his cock up and down my already aching pussy. “Use your words.”
A shiver of pleasure runs through my body as he pushes just the tip inside me. “Can we move…” He pulls the tip back out again and my shoulders drop from the sudden withdrawal. He chuckles, deep and gravelly. “Can we move to the bed?”
“I’m not done with you here yet.” He lightly bites my earlobe and I moan again. My hips move towards him, begging him to slide fully inside me, but he pulls away. My hands reach out to touch him.
He is standing there just looking at me, at the water still running down my body. He is eye-fucking me and I am so turned on by it. The look in his eyes says he will worship every part of my body, I just have to say when.
I can tell he is holding back. He doesn’t want to hurt me.
“It’s okay.” I step towards him, his eyes looking at me, conflict playing across his face. “You won’t do what you did last time, it’s okay.”
My hand runs down his chest as he takes a deep breath in, but before he can do anything else I kneel in front of him, running my tongue over the tip of his cock. As I glance up at him, his eyes roll back and then flutter closed. He leans against the wall.
I take more of him in my mouth and a growl of approval rumbles through his chest. He places a hand on top of my head, fisting a handful of my hair before pushing his cock deeper down my throat. I moan around him, the vibration causing him to let out another low growl. “Stand up,” he commands.
I stand, my hand still on his cock. He closes the gap between us, his mouth crashing into mine hungrily. I am unsure of where to place my hands, until he wraps his arms around my body, scooping under my ass and lifting me off the ground with ease.
He turns the water off and carries me out into the bedroom and throws me onto the bed. “Cuff me,” he demands.
I take hold of the leather wrist cuff attached to the headboard and buckle it around his arm. Making my way across his body and to the other side of the bed, I do the same to his other wrist. I don’t bother with his ankles.
“What do you want to do to me, Princess?” His stare is heated as he watches my movements.
My cheeks redden as I glance down at his hard cock. I lightly run my fingers up the length of him. He is just the right size. He is girthy but not too big and a little over average in length. “I want to fuck you.” His cock twitches at those words.
“Then fuck me, Princess.” He watches my breathing increase slightly, my chest rising and falling a little quicker. “Don’t be nervous, just relax and go at your own pace.”
I am nervous. I haven’t been with anyone for a long time and no one has ever seen me completely naked. I am always too self-conscious to fuck anyone with the lights on, but Mason is different.
My sexual experiences when I was younger were very vanilla in comparison to what is happening now. With those guys, I let them just get it over with, let them think I had been satisfied, faked it all and then they went on their merry way home and I had to pull a vibrator out of my drawer to finish the job they couldn’t. They were the type of guy to spend ninety percent of the time at the left flap thinking it was the clit.
Mason is different. He sees me differently. He sees me as a person who needs and deserves love.
“Come on, straddle my hips, run your wet pussy over my cock, feel how hard it is. Feel how much I want you. How much I want to be inside you.” There is a heat in his gaze, there is an undeniable hunger behind it. His lips part slightly and I see his cock twitch again, betraying the control he is holding onto.
I straddle his hips, doing as he says. Even restrained, he can still control my every move and I fucking love it. His eyes are focused on me. His hips jerk upwards, lifting me up off the bed slightly and putting me off balance; I fall forward, my hands landing on his chest. “Are you comfortable with this?” I run my fingertips over the scar on his chest.
“Very comfortable.” His eyes move down to where my hands are and he raises a brow. “You’ve stopped moving.”
It isn’t a question. My hips rock back and forth again, his cock twitching when I slide back. I don’t know how much more of this I can take; my clit is already sensitive from the anticipation, I just want to slide him into my pussy. To feel him fill every inch of me.
As I rock my hips forward, I move enough to place his tip at my entrance. “No, no, no Princess.” He clicks his tongue as he pulls back to stop me. “Taste yourself on my cock.”
I crawl down the bed, placing myself between his legs. My mouth opens around him, taking a little in at a time. My tongue teases the tip. He growls at me and thrusts his hips forward, pushing himself deeper into my mouth.
A moan escapes as I take his cock to the back of my throat. Looking up to his face, his head rolls back, biting his bottom lip.
“Fuck! Yes! Just like that!”
I wrap my hand around his shaft, the veins in his cock thick as I begin to slide my hand up and down, using my spit to gain a little more lubrication. His right leg twitches as I move my hand. I roll his balls gently in my other hand.
At this moment, I am in complete control. There is no way he is going to come unless he is inside me, but a little teasing isn’t going to hurt anyone. If he can tease me, I will just return the favour.
“Princess, fuck, please!” he groans. “You’re killing me. Let me come or ride me now!”
I don’t want to give in to him so easily though. I want to enjoy this moment, make him squirm so close to release, yet not being able to reach it. “Not yet,” I whisper and I bring my lips to his tip again, my teeth lightly grazing across the top. I lick the tip before I move my mouth back and lick up the full length of his cock. A small shiver leaves his body and he whimpers my name. Just hearing my name on his lips makes my pussy throb.
“Princess, if you don’t sit that sweet cunt of yours down on my cock right now, I will rip these restraints from the bed and do it myself.” His eyes are now on me with a slight pleading look but also the ‘I’m deadly fucking serious, don’t test me’ look.
I run my tongue up his length again before releasing my grasp and slowly making my way up the bed towards him. He will have to wait a few more seconds before he can be inside me. I am having way too much fun now and I’m not going to let him take that from me.
I place his cock against my pussy and rub my clit against him, feeling the ridges of his length against me. “Oh God,” I whimper.
“Come on princess, let me feel you around me.” His eyelids are hooded as he watches my pussy rub along him. “I know you want it and I want to feel you clench around me when you come. And you will be coming more than once tonight, that I can guarantee.”
His grin is evil-looking but I love it. I slide forward, his tip at my entrance, and slide backwards so that his cock is buried deep inside me. My hips rocking back and forth. “Oh, Mason!” I scream in pleasure as his girth fills me.
I grip my hair as my head falls backwards, my whole body exposed to him. My clit rubs against his pelvic bone, sending shivers through my body. I am on the edge, I am going to come sooner than I expected. His hands are still tied above his head — I want them on my hips as he feels my pussy clamp around him completely.
While keeping the same rhythm against him, I lean my body forward so that my hands are on either side of his head. “Do you trust me?” I ask, kissing his neck and then his lips.
“Yes,” he breathes.
With that one word, I lean to the left, unbuckling the leather cuff. His eyes spring open. “Viv, what are you doing?” He looks at me, his eyes pleading for me to stop.
“Do you trust me?” I ask him again.
He looks between me and the restraints on his wrists before releasing a breath. “Yes, I do.”
“Then trust me on this.” I continue to remove the left cuff and once that one has been freed, I move over to the right. “I don’t want to come while you are tied up, even if it is your only wish right now. I want your hands on my body. I want you to feel every part of my body when you make me come all over your cock.”
His head rolls back into the pillow again, and once I have removed the final restraint, his hands are instantly on my hips, moving them around his waist. My breathing increases as I reach closer to my climax.
“That’s it princess, come for me.” He sits up slightly as I continue to move. “Come all over my cock.”
My body begins to tremble as a wash of cool numbness courses through me from head to toe and then an explosion of ecstasy hits.
I scream out, not caring who in the house can hear me. All that I am aware of is my climax and Mason’s hands on my body, caressing my tits and making their way down my body to my clit. He starts rubbing circles over it, causing my body to spasm again as another orgasm builds up instantly and then has me crashing back to earth.
Before I can even catch my breath, he flips me over and is now on top of me. His hips thrust with an urgency like I have never felt before. One arm is next to my head, his other hand cupping my breast. “You are so fucking gorgeous, Princess,” he growls. “You have no fucking idea what you are doing to me.”
I wrap my hands around the back of his head, pulling his mouth to mine. His lips crush into me again and, as he pulls away, I bite his bottom lip. A guttural sound rises from his throat, one I have never heard before.
“You. Are. Mine!” The words are harsh and claiming.
“I am yours,” I whimper as he picks up his pace.
In an instant, it is like he teleports me to a whole other planet. One minute I am on earth and the next I am among the stars, flying high.
His body tenses as he brings his right hand down to rub my clit again. “You will come with me.”
He is demanding and I fucking love it.
His pace quickens and shivers run over my body. “Mason! Fuck! Mason I am going to come,” I moan.
“That’s it Princess, come with me.” And with those words, I am coming, my pussy clamping down on his cock as I feel him release inside me.
His cock pulses with every wave of his own climax.
His body shakes and is covered in beads of sweat. He pulls his cock out and rolls me onto my side, pulling me in close to him, our bodies forming together like they have been made for each other all this time.
“Viv?” His voice is just a whisper in my ear.
“Yes Mason?” I try to turn my head to look at him. A sense of closeness that I have never fully felt before. The tension in my body melts away.
I am content.
“Thank you.” He kisses my shoulder. “Thank you for everything.”
“You have nothing to thank me for.” I know what he is referring to but he never has to thank me or apologise for it.
“But I do.” The quietness in his voice sounds sleepy. “If it wasn’t for you asking me to trust you, I would have never been able to do that without hurting you. I never want to hurt you.”
“I know Mason, I know.” I place my hand over his. I can hear his breathing even out as he drifts off to sleep. “Good night, Mason,” I whisper before falling asleep myself.